You, the vile thot that comes upon me,

Begone, for your vile ways do not help thee,

A thot as thou, too foul, you make me howl,

For a three (out of ten), like thee, causes movements in my bowel,

I howl of fear, when thou I see,

For a beast as you cannot cause glee,

You must, with you musk, make me howl;

"Begone Thot!

Begone vile beast!

Thou art no for me,

Thou art not for glee,

Glory is foul,

When you I see,

So much thou hurt me,

That I must scream,

Begone thot,

Begone, begone"

  • Shakespeare